Me and Mrs Jacobs

by michaelcahill

First Romantic Experience Contest Winner

Love seems to remove sense

pursuing Mrs Jacobs
seemed so right
at the time

it's wrong to seek kisses
from a misses
that I knew

but love grew
I was smitten
bitten as it were
in a way
that gave no sway to
thinking straight

her every word
a fascination
thrilling my imagination
and it flooded all my senses
when she spoke

and this very day
I still can hear her say

"Michael, what was the capital
of the Ottoman Empire"

and I grandly announced:
"Constantinople
capital C o n s t a n t i n o p l e
Constantinople"

I'd prepared days for my moment
to please
oh, geez, she smiled

"Correct" she said
and that was that ...
approval, love fulfilled

they say the third grade's
much too young
for true love to be real

but all these decades later
it's what I still do feel

Write A Review

Writing Prompt
Write a poem of any type about your first romantic experience